June, then       September…
life dredges                 past as an        avalanche. A week     goes by in the       wink of an eye.
Friendships fall                 hollow,    old ghosts remain, carefully      tendered

by           the rain.
Streets        of the cities, i        have walked
my feet ache from         the miles, and yet they       seem a scant pathway                  to your door;


where I sit now          contemplating       

old dreams that never change

Old longings        never     subside, they rise   in the breast as tides of change that never rest.

This is the only     eternity; what exists in the    world.